Harry Potter Genie Novels & Stories

The little boy kneels at Zayn’s feet, facing the young woman I assume is his mother, and bows his head like an execution is something he was prepared for. “Zayn,” I mouth, terrified, my voice refusing to work. His name cracks over my tongue. I might be imagining the way his eyes twinkle with emotion before they darken to murderous intent once again. “Please.” He turns back to the throne and the rows below, ignoring the numerous, disfigured bodies and body parts strewn across the tiles. The Grand Wizard fumes, fury shining bright behind his dark eyes as he grips his staff–the head of which is an odd orb of some kind that whispers a deep, dark blue kind of magic. “You are not welcome here, hyb

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Helmut complains. "He is a wizard, he can create potions that help transform for a limited time into certain animals or even, he can make objects levitate, but, they can't read minds. There is no potion that will help you with that and much less, is there any way to tell the future." Albert says. "Thank you for explaining that to your father." Eugene says. "Well, you can appear and disappear as you please, so why don't you go inside and see what happens?" asks Helmut.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

It shook me to my core. Pensee, the eleven year old, was helped by Gilbert. I don't know much about him, aside from his name. I've never been able to find anything about him. I know he is the eldest of our undead princes. And I know that he is the only one without any flesh, smelling of rot or otherwise. No. He is solely bones held together by dark Magyck. I've asked Klover if she has learned anything about him in any of her studies, but she always tells me that she isn't studying Magyck History.

I demanded, pointing angrily toward my legs. “Of course, I do.” A strange look passed over his face. “After all, I am the mage,” he said simply. I gasped, my eyes widened as I stared at him. “You?” The mage was the generation chemistry genius, it was said, he had medicines for almost everything, the Orchid had gone to great lengths to find him but they never did.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

He gulped down in scare and stylishly took his wand. " Azarath Metrion Zinthos! " He exclaimed and pointed the wand at Corbin, trying to cast a spell on him but Corbin was fast enough to use his power to snatch the wand from him. Smirking in satisfaction, he fastened his grip on the wand and it turned to ashes. This was one thing Alastair was sacred of, the fact that his power is nothing compared to that of a Genie. He covered himself with his cafe and made to vanish but Corbin using his power and without much effort grabbed him by the neck and hauled him to himself.

Genji—the leader of the Archeology college gang. Young man who likes to deal with violence, even ignorance that has ever existed. Sitting among piles of dry wood planks. Two mens held up the sinister energy wand. Go Jo Woo drew energy from the moonlight towards the body of young man was named Genji. He pointed straight at the young man. His muttering mouth was filled with magic spells. Genji's eyes opened wide spontaneously. Screaming, not even moving his body. However, his eyes didn't glow. Silent, as if waiting for orders.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.